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wishlist:


  • Borky and Steve stuff from before and/or during WWII

  • Nat and Clint undercover missions pre-Avengers

  • Maria Hill having fun sometime/somehow

  • Anything with Kamala

  • Barney Barton visits Clint

  • Bobbi meets Stephen and Clint stumbles over himself trying to not be awkward about it and about the fact that he accidentally hasn't talked to Bobbi in like two or three months?

  • Young Avengers shit

  • The Rogers-Barnes Finally Get A Dog

  • More reasons for Tony to send ridiculous gift baskets

  • Tony assigns Peter ridiculous tasks for Stark Internship stuff


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Apr. 1st, 2018

Hulk Tony





Tony had been angry his whole life so turning into a literal rage monster was probably inevitable. Hadn't made it any easier of a transition. Had probably just made it harder.

It derailed his life completely. He'd had to give up a lot. Most human contact, for a long time. Classic rock. Alcohol. Arguing with people (which had perhaps been his favorite pastime).

He was now the guy who wore cozy sweaters and meditated while listening to soothing symphonies, curled in arm chairs. He'd been all sharp angles before. Had prided himself on it. It made him feel a bit like a baby, this softening of himself. It'd been years and he was still learning how he fit into himself these days.

Tony was well aware there was a perpetual rain cloud hanging over him like he was a sad cartoon. He was trying, and he really was doing a lot better these days, but it was harder some days than others.

He'd always found it easier to avoid his problems than face them head-on, so it shouldn't have surprised anyone when he fucked off to space for a while.

He still sort of wasn't sure he'd made the right decision, coming back.

But he was figuring out how he fit into the team now, and much as he didn't want to admit it, he'd missed them. Some more than others.

Bruce still caught the corners of his eyes and pulled his gaze towards him. Coaxed the corner of his mouth up in a smile with a well time raised eyebrow and a look, when their teammates were squabbling or otherwise being ridiculous. Bruce didn't have to say anything for Tony to get it - their shared fond exasperation for these idiots they called friends.

Some days he didn't know what he was doing here. But others... Yeah. He was glad he'd come back.

Bucky Barnes - Baby Hawkeye



There's an unwritten list of all the expectations put on Bucky by his parents.

He should be:

• straight, or at the very least definitively gay (in an interesting, not too flamboyant, look-how-supportive-we-are-of-our-gay-son kind of way), not this nebulous in-between they're certain is a phase
• ‎sensible and responsible
• ‎around when convenient and otherwise mostly non-existent
• ‎a future politician, or doctor, or lawyer, or Wallstreet asshole

Bucky Barnes, at 19, does not meet these expectations. His bisexuality is not a phase. And he will gladly (and loudly) argue with anyone - his parents, their snobby friends, random strangers at an expensive charity gala - about bi erasure and why it sucks.

He's never really had to be responsible for anything, but honestly, if you ask him, that's his parents' fault anyway. They're the ones who've bailed him out of any hot water he's found himself in, and handwaved consequences. He can't remember ever being grounded. His parents mostly just yell at him when they're disappointed, and threaten to cut off his credit cards without ever actually following through. Then they forget he exists as soon as he's out of their presence.

He has absolutely zero intention of following any of the career paths his parents "subtly" tried to push him towards. Bucky actually has zero interest in any career, other than a vague idea of maybe being a concert cellist at some point down the road. He's 19, he has his whole life ahead of him. Why pigeonhole himself now? He's content living off his trust fund for a while.

And shooting bad guys with arrows while wearing purple spandex.

Sure, it's not the most normal of hobbies, but it beats sitting on the couch watching Netflix.

Sep. 13th, 2017

Bucky {Narrrative} - Intermission




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Sep. 5th, 2017

Tony/Maria - Brief Scene






"I'm releasing Barnes." Maria stated, without preamble. Without apology. This was her decision, at the end of the day. She wasn't going to let tantrums talk her out of it.

"I see." The way his fingers curled tightly over the arms of his chair, knuckles turning white, made it plain that he didn't. "I guess I should be thanking you for giving me a heads up."

"Yes, you should." Maria told him frankly. "I don't have to. I don't report to you. This is a courtesy I am extending to you. Whatever your personal feelings regarding Sgt. Barnes may be, he has been extremely cooperative and shown no signs of untoward aggression or irrational behavior."

"So that's it?" Tony arches a brow, voice brittle in a way Maria is all too familiar with. He's about as angry as she'd expected. "He just gets to walk?"

"Yes, he does. He's committed no crimes under his own power. We can't hold him prisoner. He'll report into SHIELD once per day, until it's determined we can let him off the leash entirely."

Maria stands and heads for the door, makes it as far as turning the handle before she pauses. "I want to warn you not to interfere, Tony." She tells him, looking back over her shoulder. "There will be consequences. And I can't protect you."

"Noted." Tony bites out, and doesn't look at Maria as she leaves.

Well. That went about as well as she expected. She'll give Tony a few days to calm down before she passes down the official order. It isn't that she doesn't get it, to a certain extent. The Winter Soldier had killed Tony's parents. But over the past few months, she's come to see that James Barnes and the Winter Soldier are separate entities. She can't punish one for the crimes of the other.

Sgt. Barnes was a POW for something like 70 years. He'd endured brutal treatment and undergone forced medical experimentation. She's seen the file on Hydra's brainwashing techniques - they were alarmingly effective.

Tony Stark is a man of impulse, but also a man of reason if you waited long enough. He'll come around eventually.

Maria just hopes it's before he makes a rash mistake.

Aug. 17th, 2017

Clint/Nat {Narrative} - Beginnings and Constants


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Jul. 26th, 2017

{Clint/Tony} to quote Drax, "finger to the throat means death!"

"So." Tony wakes to the feeling of a letter opener pressed to his temple and Clint Barton attached to it, speaking in a tone that is as cheerful as it is threatening. It's very unnerving, first thing in the morning. "Had a good night, have you?"

Tony needs a lot more information before he can answer that question. Because, yeah, he had. And the last thing he remembers is... "Okay. I know I have a tendency to drink a little too much. But... you're not who I went to bed with last night."

"Nope." Clint agrees, pulling the letter opener away so he can click on the light. "I'm the other Hawkeye. Sit up. Let's chat."

Tony has no idea what that even means, but he isn't going to argue. Not while Clint is twirling that letter opener in such a menacing manner. What the fuck?

"Um, not sure what's going on here," he admits as he obediently sits up, leaning back against the headboard. "But I have a rule about death threats before breakfast: No death threats before breakfast."

Clint doesn't say anything, just continues to eye Tony like he's trying to figure out the best method for dismembering him.

"After lunch would be preferable, actually."

Silence.

"But if it's going to happen before breakfast," Tony says, because it clearly is, "I at least prefer to know what I did to deserve it."

That gets a reaction. "Oh," Clint says, pointing the letter opener at him and getting to his feet, "you know what you did. You know what you did, Stark." He repeats as he backs away, towards the door. "And if you do it again, well..." Tony *jumps*, as the letter opener hits the headboard with a sharp thunk, maybe an inch from his head. "I won't miss, then."

Tony stares at the object now embedded in the study wooden headboard long after Clint is gone, waiting for his heart rate to even out again. "Friday," he says eventually, scrubbing a hand over his face, "what the hell was that?"

"I believe Mr. Barton was speaking in reference to Ms. Bishop, sir."

"Who?"

"Katherine 'Kate' Bishop," the disembodied voice of his AI clarifies, "also known as Hawkeye. Mr. Barton inquired about her whereabouts and became agitated when I informed him that she was in your quarters."

The kid? What was the kid doing in his....

Oh no. Tony thinks back, to the night before. Takes a mental picture of the young woman he'd shared the evening with, and adds 100% more purple to her outfit.

Tony pales and slides back down into his pillows, covering his face with the sheet. "Oh, Friday," he says, torn between remorse and humiliation, "I did a bad thing."

Friday doesn't respond, but Tony's pretty sure she agrees.

Jul. 16th, 2017

{Tony | Narrative} best enemies forever


thx [info]dctrash for the title




Wakanda gifts Barnes with a new arm when they wake him from cryo. Read more... )